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STATUS: It adds a welcoming touch to the bedroom (for you and your roommate) whenever you enter or leave from/to the common area. 2 yrs ago
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It adds a welcoming touch to the bedroom (for you and your roommate) whenever you enter or leave from/to the common area.
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What I like to do is start off w/ flattening one of the brown paper bags & make a doormat for the psyche ward bedroom. I color & tape it to the ground by the room exit/entrance.
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Items Needed: Crayons, Blank Paper, Brown Paper Bag, and Tape (Special Note: Ask the Charge Nurse politely for x-number of pre-torn tape pieces)
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Check Out Briza's New Pinterest Board! Decorating Your Psyche Ward Room 101
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gin a body catch a body
comin thro' the rye,
gin a body catch a body,
need a body cry?
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comin thro' the rye,
gin a body catch a body,
need a body cry?
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The sunlight glared through the windowsill, piercing Aleksandr in the eyes. He squinted a bit, trying to turn over and ignore the light that was bleeding through the undrawn curtains. The remnant smells of his father's cassock was aloft. Aleksandr opened his eyes at the smell, seeing that the bed was vacant. He looked around the room, spotting his father in front of a makeshift icon stand, muttering some prayers to the abyss of nothingness that Aleksandr could see. He pulled the sheets over his face, trying to blot out the sun and the sudden attention of his father's prayers "I..." his father talked a bit louder, "I know you're awake, Aleksy. There's no use being slothful."
"Aren't you praying, Papa?" His voice sounded a bit whiny as he spoke.
"I just finished, my Aleksy," his voice was smooth like syrup when he spoke, coming out of the trance of prayer rituals and pomp.
"Oh..." Aleksandr let out a painful sigh, shifting in the bed, trying to grasp a more comfortable position and ignore his father.
"Shall you freshen up before we head to the cafeteria for breakfast?" His father stood up from kneeling on his knees. He was still grasping his prayer rope, as if anticipating Aleksandr to reject his offer.
Aleksandr pushed the white, sterile covers from his face, "Should I be gluttonous and accept your offer or should I be a nervous wreck and destroy my whole metabolism by skipping several more meals?" His hand brushed over his face in contemplation. His voice was weak and stark when he spoke. A total seriousness was in his tone.
"I'm sure Sylvia has been bothered by the nurses. They never let their patients sleep."
Aleksandr slowly ripped himself from the bed, "Can I just be ordained a Sub-Deacon already and get it over with?" He walked over to a chair by the window, where he had folded his clothes and began putting on his jeans and shirt. After putting clothes on he slipped on his shoes.
"Today is Tuesday, you should probably get something more substantial like eggs--"
"Why?" Aleksandr cut him off.
"Because, you haven't eaten much lately."
"I'm not really... hungry." @Arista
"Aren't you praying, Papa?" His voice sounded a bit whiny as he spoke.
"I just finished, my Aleksy," his voice was smooth like syrup when he spoke, coming out of the trance of prayer rituals and pomp.
"Oh..." Aleksandr let out a painful sigh, shifting in the bed, trying to grasp a more comfortable position and ignore his father.
"Shall you freshen up before we head to the cafeteria for breakfast?" His father stood up from kneeling on his knees. He was still grasping his prayer rope, as if anticipating Aleksandr to reject his offer.
Aleksandr pushed the white, sterile covers from his face, "Should I be gluttonous and accept your offer or should I be a nervous wreck and destroy my whole metabolism by skipping several more meals?" His hand brushed over his face in contemplation. His voice was weak and stark when he spoke. A total seriousness was in his tone.
"I'm sure Sylvia has been bothered by the nurses. They never let their patients sleep."
Aleksandr slowly ripped himself from the bed, "Can I just be ordained a Sub-Deacon already and get it over with?" He walked over to a chair by the window, where he had folded his clothes and began putting on his jeans and shirt. After putting clothes on he slipped on his shoes.
"Today is Tuesday, you should probably get something more substantial like eggs--"
"Why?" Aleksandr cut him off.
"Because, you haven't eaten much lately."
"I'm not really... hungry." @Arista
Aleksandr stood in the bathroom, staring at the toilet. He wasn't really one for porn, although he did read some interesting literature. He was extremely fascinated with the story Lolita. Usually, Aleksandr used his imagination... It was easier than having an addiction to technology, which he wasn't quite opposed. Sharing a computer with his father had also found itself to be quite tedious in hiding things--and magazines were never sufficient. He preferred more innocent, classy looking females. It was for such a reason he chose his imagination and literature.
He looked at the bathroom wall, staring at the cold tiles on the wall, "Fuck," he whispered--realizing nothing was putting him to sleep at his rate. He let out a sigh, which turned into a yawn. He was tired, but he was also wide awake, "Just... fuck," he muttered in a whisper, again.
He left the bathroom, turning the light off and closing the door.
He noticed his father had stopped snoring. He shook his head lightly, his wavy hair shaking in process.
"No toilet flush...?" his fathers voice broke the silence.
Aleksandr paused his movements. His eyes tried to soak up the little light that was in the room. He wasn't sure why his father was so observant during the strangest of times, "I was holding my scepter of passion in a vein attempt to drown any pious flowers still blossoming in the thorny valley of my soul..."
"You're blessed tomorrow isn't Sunday. I wouldn't let you help me at the chalice. Go wash your hands."
Aleksandr felt slightly tongue in cheek. Admitting to his father seemed to have become easier with the break of time. However, with each admitting confession came a price of sharp but dull words from his father. He heard the sound of his father role over in the bed. Aleksandr continued standing for several minutes until he heard snoring, again. A relief smiled on his face. @Arista
He looked at the bathroom wall, staring at the cold tiles on the wall, "Fuck," he whispered--realizing nothing was putting him to sleep at his rate. He let out a sigh, which turned into a yawn. He was tired, but he was also wide awake, "Just... fuck," he muttered in a whisper, again.
He left the bathroom, turning the light off and closing the door.
He noticed his father had stopped snoring. He shook his head lightly, his wavy hair shaking in process.
"No toilet flush...?" his fathers voice broke the silence.
Aleksandr paused his movements. His eyes tried to soak up the little light that was in the room. He wasn't sure why his father was so observant during the strangest of times, "I was holding my scepter of passion in a vein attempt to drown any pious flowers still blossoming in the thorny valley of my soul..."
"You're blessed tomorrow isn't Sunday. I wouldn't let you help me at the chalice. Go wash your hands."
Aleksandr felt slightly tongue in cheek. Admitting to his father seemed to have become easier with the break of time. However, with each admitting confession came a price of sharp but dull words from his father. He heard the sound of his father role over in the bed. Aleksandr continued standing for several minutes until he heard snoring, again. A relief smiled on his face. @Arista
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